This is a song about "Head fuck"

And please never disrespect my set

Before she fuck with ya head

I hear it in my head

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Loving you is clouding my head

You could say i'm friends with fred

Paint a picture in your head and ask why the fuck is that fence dull

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

How you feel in your head

Kick back and know yo son set

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

And think alone in my head

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

The rhythm gets into your head.